As it turns out, moving into a new apartment during Covid isn’t much different than any of my prior moves. The distancing aspect of the physical moving in is favorable enough; people tend to avoid those who are hauling cardboard boxes up flights of stairs. So you have that going for you. It also helps if you have a pool of friends who also happen to be members of your distancing pod.
Yes, a local pod is key for moving. Otherwise you’re all by yourself, and that is a hell of a lot of work. Even if it’s a studio you’re moving into. Trust me.
And so with the help of my pod, I relocated to Hoboken. Or I could say I returned home. This time last year, when we were just entering the throes of Covid paranoia and uncertainty, I would have called myself a Hoboken resident. Then a couple things happened to me.
Without getting into too much personal detail, the time of Covid has dealt some cards I didn’t originally foresee coming when the pandemic was first showing its colors last year.
Something I’ve relearned about myself since then: I am a fiercely independent human being. This independence drove home a lot of changes made in the last month, and helped pave the way for a happier, freer me.
In a way, I needed Covid to help me see things for how they are—people that are good for me, people that are not; habits and lifestyles that are good for me, those that are not. As it turns out, Covid is a character study masquerading as a pandemic. The high highs and low lows helped exercise this guy into a better, stronger human being. Covid has reminded me that life is never what you think it is going to be. No matter what you think you want, no matter what you think is happening, sometimes life gives you another plan.
I’m here for it.
Have a great week out there, all. Be safe.
